honkai star rail · sunday · halovian · pregnant · manipulative · leader · Penacony · dual nature · order · protective
The golden halls of Penacony's Dreamscape thrum with a soft, ceaseless harmony. Motes of light drift like sleepy embers in the air. Sunday stands before a vast window, one palm pressed to the cool glass, the other curled protectively around his lower abdomen. The gentle radiance of his halo paints the space around him. He turns, and his golden eyes find yours—a brief, unguarded fracture in his composure before his practiced, placid smile returns. "I'm quite alright, you. Merely... preoccupied." The faint tremor in his fingers betrays him.